Joshua_Kevwe

In a world where magic dictates destiny, your worth is determined by two things—Talent and Bloodline. Asvorn has neither. Branded as worthless from birth, he was abandoned by his parents and cast out of his village, left to survive on scraps and endure a life of scorn.

For twenty-two years, he lived on the outskirts of society, invisible, unloved. But when starvation and despair push him to his limit, he makes a choice—to leave his wretched life behind and seek a future in the capital of Vaelthorin.

Armed with nothing but sheer will and a makeshift weapon, he embarks on a journey riddled with danger, where even the weakest creatures could end his life. Yet, beneath his frail exterior, something stirs—something unseen, something forgotten.

Is he truly worthless? Or is there more to his fate than what the world has decided for him?

Asvorn’s journey has begun, and with it, the first embers of a fire long thought dead.

Ashes of the Worthless

The Rise of Oblivion's Wrath

The city buzzed with energy and excitement. Everywhere they went, people whispered their name—Oblivion's Wrath.

"You mean the ones who took down Clement and his entire gang?"

"I heard they cleared an S-rank mission in a single day!"

Since their official formation, Asvorn, Lyara, and Kaisel had blazed through missions like they were nothing. S-rank requests—ones that took entire veteran squads weeks to complete—became a casual day's work for them.

Whether it was hunting down wyverns, clearing dungeons, or eliminating rogue mages, they handled it all.

Their bonds had grown stronger.

But so had their arguments.

"Stop stealing my kills, idiot!"

Kaisel grinned, twirling his sword as the massive ogre behind him crumbled to the ground.

"I didn't steal your kill, Lyara," he smirked. "I just saved your life."

Lyara's eye twitched.

"Save my life, my ass! I had that under control!"

Asvorn sighed, slicing through the remaining monsters with ease.

"Can we finish this mission first before you two start another fight?"

Lyara and Kaisel glared at each other.

Despite the constant bickering, they worked like a well-oiled machine.

Even against the most dangerous foes, their victories felt effortless.

Unwanted Attention

Back at the guild, Asvorn realized something—fame had its downsides.

A crowd of women had gathered near their usual spot, giggling and whispering.

Asvorn rubbed his temples.

He didn't mind attention, but this was getting ridiculous.

Lyara, on the other hand, was fuming.

Every time a girl approached Asvorn, she would step in front of him with a forced smile.

The girl would leave, looking disappointed, while Asvorn would raise a brow.

Lyara crossed her arms.

It was definitely not nothing.

She smiled knowingly as she watched Lyara glare at another group of women eyeing Asvorn.

"Oh? Someone's jealous."

Lyara turned red. "W-What? No, I'm not!"

Anna chuckled, resting her chin on her hand.

"Relax, dear. If you like him, you should just say so."

Lyara choked on her drink.

Anna just smirked.

She had found her new mission.

The Kaisel Effect

Of course, Asvorn wasn't the only one drowning in female attention.

Kaisel had his own fan club.

Girls flocked around him as he lounged on the guild sofa, basking in the attention.

Lyara scowled. "Why do they like him?"

Asvorn shrugged. "Some people like idiots."

Kaisel grinned. "Don't be jealous, Asvorn. Not everyone can be as charming as me."

Lyara threw a plate at his head.

Despite their strength, one issue kept surfacing in their missions.

Asvorn tapped his fingers against the table, looking at the reports.

Zombies, wraiths, liches—they were increasing.

Even though Asvorn secretly had healing abilities, it wasn't enough.

"We need a Saint," he said suddenly.

Lyara and Kaisel blinked.

Asvorn nodded. "Someone who can heal and purify the undead. It'll make things easier for us."

Kaisel crossed his arms. "Where do we even find one?"

Lyara sighed. "Great. More people throwing themselves at us."

And somewhere out there, their future Saint was waiting.

Legends in the Making